HAPPY
I was happy as a lark, and forever,
as it seemed. The tunnels and the
bridges were always open for me.
Free passage to sun and stars.
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Then there was you, and then there
were hundreds. The football field
at the local boy's school, run by
priests and brothers, hog-tied
and filled with men. They'd hire
the police on weekends, just
to help with the parking; but
still I was happy. And you.
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Out back, where the far-off woods
settled; the pond with its frogs and
its gophers. The flat-meadow field,
and those Canadian geese. Jean, Jean,
you're young and alive; come out
of your half-dreamed dream.
And me.
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